The front of the mill reads “Montana Flour Mills Company”
Vents in the boards over the windows helps prevent mold and animals from getting too crazy inside.
Spring melt flows down the rusty rock house. In the background is the frame for the shaft.
Lit by the glow of St. Paul’s West Seventh bars, highlighted by the cool blue of the sleepy section of South Side. This castle-like tower can be seen for miles around town; a Landmark at the brewery that brewed a brew by the that name.
Two of the remaining four towers in the projects. Throughout our time there we saw and heard squatters inside and chose not to go in. What do you call a smart choice made in the midst of a dumb choice? There should be a word for that.
The tunnels were full of bricked-up doorways. I wonder how many rooms under there are totally sealed from the outside world…
These machines are at least 100 years old.
A reminder to the manlift riders to get off the belt before they hit their heads on the ceiling. This is the top level of the headhouse, where dust collectors would extract most of the grain bits from the air to reduce risk of explosion.